Page 62 of Smooth Moves
Chapter 12
Cash couldn’t differentiate the blood rushing through his body as pain or pleasure. His head still throbbed, but not as much as his cock. And the need for Jordan hurt almost as much as it drugged him with desire.
She wore too many clothes. She must have been awake and read his mind because she started pulling off her clothes and didn’t protest when he helped her get naked.
His head hurt, but not so much he couldn’t process his body’s needs. A glance at his phone on the nightstand showed a few hours had passed. Enough of a rest, apparently, because he’d woken with a powerful need.
“Cash?” she whispered, her voice throaty. “Are you okay?”
“Time for some lovin’,” he whispered and moved down her body, pushing her thighs wide. He lapped her up, loving her small moans, the way she suddenly clenched at his shoulders yet still took care to stroke around his injury, her small hands so careful as she touched him.
“Wh-what are you doing? Cash, your head…”
“Shh. I need this. I needyou.”
“But Cash…” Jordan moaned, something about him hurting himself.
“I might die from a case of blue balls, but other than that I’m fine,” he growled, his desire out of control. He licked the sweet woman with a need that bordered on desperate. What he felt for Jordan went so far beyond lust. He hadn’t really known her for very long, yet he felt as if he knew her better than anyone he’d ever met.
“Cash, please,” she begged, turning him on even more. “You have to be…careful.”
He slid his hands up her slender thighs, taken with the silky smooth muscle, the power in her strength. When he slid a finger inside her, she came, and the heat around him was nothing compared to the heat that burned inside him. Imagining her so hot and wet and tight around his cock was more than he could handle.
He moved too fast, looming over her, and had to fight through the headache piercing his skull.
“You moron,” she said through a lot of gratifying panting. “You need to stop. Or at least go slow. Be gentle.”
“For you?” Had he moved too fast for her?
She slid out from under him and helped him lie on his back. “No, for you.” Then before he could do anything, she laid on top of him and kissed him. Soft lips, a hungry kiss, and then her tongue slid between his lips and she laid claim to every cell in his body.
He groaned, needing her so much. Only with Jordan did he feel a part of something more. He’d lost so much, been alone for even longer despite the connection with his brother. But Reidhadto love him. Jordan… She might not love him, but she gave more than she took, and Cash latched onto that, greedy for whatever he might get.
When she moved her kisses down his body and stopped to suck his nipples, he nearly lost his mind. “Fuck. Yeah, baby, suck me. Oh, God.” He kept grinding against her belly, helpless to stop himself. He was primed and feared going off before he could get inside her.
As if she sensed his frustration, she slowed down even more, licking and nibbling his nipples, running her hot little hands over his chest and abs.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered then rose over him to whisper in his ear, “so big and hard for me.” She licked the shell of his ear, and he felt himself start to spurt against her, holding himself back on prayer alone.
“Wait. Hold on. Too close,” he warned, barely able to get it out. She left him then, and he cursed himself for being too honest.
He glanced over at her, taken with the stiff nipples of her pert breasts. Her toned belly had a gentle curve, her ass firm and rounded, the perfect woman. Not afraid to be strong or feminine.
He wanted to tell her that. That he saw the power inside her and respected the fuck out of her for it. Instead what came out was “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
She grinned at him. “Promises, promises. Condoms?”
“Top drawer.” He waved at the nightstand.
She got one out and rejoined him on the bed. The little witch straddled him, balancing on her knees as she ripped open the condom. She moved back and looked down at his ridiculous erection. The thing looked like a damn flag pole, stiff, straight, and bouncing off his belly.
“I’m so hungry.” She licked her lips, her hair flowing over her shoulders, her brown eyes dark, wicked.
“You put your mouth on me, I’ll come. Make it last.”
“You sure?”
“Well, you could always eat me up later, that’s if I don’t die of an aneurism.” A dumb thing to say because she looked horrified and tried to get off. “I’m kidding. I feel fine.”
